± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 60 beats per minute
Desperado, Why don’t you come to your senses? You’ve been out riding fences For so long now. Oh, you’re a hard one, I know that you got your reasons, These things that are pleasing you Can hurt you somehow. Don’t you draw The queen of diamonds, boy, She’ll beat you if she’s able You know the queen of hearts Is always your best bet. Now it seems to me some fine things Have been laid upon your table, But you only want the ones That you can’t get. Desperado, Oh, you ain’t getting no younger, Your pain and your hunger, They’re driving you home. And freedom, oh, freedom, Well, that’s just Some people talking, Your prison is walking Through this world all alone. Don’t your feet get cold In the wintertime? The sky won’t snow And the sun won’t shine, It’s hard to tell the nighttime From the day You’re losing all your highs and lows. Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes Away? Desperado, Why don’t you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, Open the gate. It may be raining, But there’s a rainbow above you. You better let somebody love you (Let somebody love you), You better let somebody love you Before it’s too late.